The Beatles - Happiness is a warm gun

She's ^Am6not a girl who ^Emmisses much, ^AmDu du du du du du Oh ^Emyeah ^DmShe's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a ^Amwindow pane The ^Dmman in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors on his ^Amhobnail boots ^DmLying with his eyes while his hands are busy working ^Amovertime A ^Dmsoap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the ^Amnational trust

^A7I need a fix 'cause I'm going down, down to the bits that I left up town ^CI need a fix 'cause I'm going down.

^AmMother Superior ^Cjump the gun, ^AmMother Superior ^G7jump the gun. 3X ^CHappi^Amness is a ^Fwarm gun (^Fbang ^Gbang ^G7shoot ^Cshoot) ^CHappi^Amness is a ^Fwarm gun, mamma (^Fbang ^Gbang ^G7shoot ^Cshoot)

(^CWhen I ^Amhold you^F in my ^G7arms (oh ^Cyeh) And I ^Amfeel my ^Ffinger on your ^G7trigger (oh ^Cyeh) I ^Amknow no^Fbody can do me ^G7no harm, (oh ^Cyeh) because

^CHappi^Amness is a ^Fwarm gun, mama (^Fbang ^Gbang ^G7shoot ^Cshoot) ^CHappi^Amness is a ^Fwarm gun, yes it is (^Fbang ^Gbang ^G7shoot ^Cshoot)

^FmHappiness is a warm yes it is ^Cgun^Am (^Fbang ^G7bang shoot ^Cshoot) don t you know? ^CHappi^Amness is a ^Fwarm gun, mama (^Fis a ^Gwarm ^G7gun ^Cyeh)